Centuries: 11th century - 12th century - 13th century
Decades: 1080s 1090s 1100s 1110s 1120s - 1130s - 1140s 1150s 1160s 1170s 1180s
Years: 1134 1135 1136 1137 1138 - 1139 - 1140 1141 1142 1143 1144
Events
- Alphonso I becomes first king of Portugal
- Second Council of the Lateran
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Common misspelling and questions (FAQ)
139 139 119 113 1139 1319 1193 113 11139 11139 11339 11399 ~139 q139 2139 q139 1~39 1q39 1239 1q39 1129 11w9 11e9 1149 11e9 1138 113i 113o 1130 113o 1139sAnd break into a race The autumn afternoon is dying o'er Beneath the maples on the river shore, Environ all; and far above some birds are flying by To seek their evening haven in the breast Te Deums to the night, invoking rest And in the hush of sleeping trees their sleeping cradles swing. In forest arms the night will soonest creep, Where Nature's children curl themselves to sleep, A band of black, belated crows arrive from lands unknown. Strange sojourn has been theirs since waking day, With fields of yellow maize, and leagues away Past velvet banks to rocky shores, in canyons bold to end. O'er what vast lakes that stretch superbly dead, In what wild lands, in laggard flight have led 'Till now with twilight come their cries in lonely monotone? The flapping of their pinions in the air Within the fir tops, weirdly black and bare, To shelter fairy, bird and beast throughout the closing night. Strange black and princely pirates of the skies, Would that my soul could see, and, seeing, rise Of Nature's pulse would constitute a wider life below! Could I but live just here in Freedom's arms, Vain dreams! Day hides with closing wings her charms, .